Vaughn rushed to his apartment door.
Sydney had contacted him earlier. She was panicking, saying that Marina had run away.
'I knew it was a bad idea," he now thinks.
With all respect to Sydney, Michael just always knew she was more of the disciplinarian. She was always worried about Marina's safety. He, on the other hand, always had to reassure her that their baby girl would be just fine. He was the laid-back type of dad.
He loved every aspect, every angle or Marina. She adored him, too - this he knew. Somehow, they had a bond that Sydney didn't have with her.
Somehow, that bond changed after he and Sydney separated. He hated seeing Rina cry, wishing her daddy wouldn't move away. It was especially hard for her because Will had been murdered by Sark at that time, too.
But all this was behind them now.
Michael hastily searches for his keys under the mat. All he gets is dust.
A sudden chill goes up his spine. 'What if Rina got here, but Sark got here before I did?' he panics, remembers Sark's threat.
He punches the door, angry at himself.
The door creaks, slowly opening. It was open all along, unlocked.
He rushed inside and opens the front lights. Now the room is dimly lighted, with shadows all around him.
A figure is on his couch, with its back facing him.
He sighs in relief, and calmly walks to the couch and sits sown beside the figure.
"For a spy, you sure don't know where to keep your keys hidden," the figure points. Marina face is now revealed by the dim light.
'She seems so small and helpless,' he think. Marina's cooped up that side, hugging her knees tightly.
"You almost gave me heart attack when your mom said you ran away, he points out, chuckling at his own exaggeration.
Marina just sits there, staring into space.
"I better call your mom," Vaughn says, standing up.
Marina quickly touches his arm, and looks up at him. "Daddy, please. don't. I. I just wanna stay here for a while, that's all," she explains. She gives him a beg-ish look.
"Honey, your mom has been worried sick for the past two hours," Vaughn argues gently.
"Please, daddy, just let me stay here for a while," she pleads with him silently.
Vaughn thinks for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Rina. I have to call your mom whether or not you like it. But. fine. I'll tell Sydney I'll be taking you home at 10. Is that fine for you?" he asks, comforting his daughter.
Marina gives a small smile. "Thanks," she whispers.
Vaughn stands up and makes his way to the phone. He's going to have to prepare for their conversation. He's sure she's going to want to rush to Rina, but somehow, that will make things worse. He knows Rina has a point.
Sydney had contacted him earlier. She was panicking, saying that Marina had run away.
'I knew it was a bad idea," he now thinks.
With all respect to Sydney, Michael just always knew she was more of the disciplinarian. She was always worried about Marina's safety. He, on the other hand, always had to reassure her that their baby girl would be just fine. He was the laid-back type of dad.
He loved every aspect, every angle or Marina. She adored him, too - this he knew. Somehow, they had a bond that Sydney didn't have with her.
Somehow, that bond changed after he and Sydney separated. He hated seeing Rina cry, wishing her daddy wouldn't move away. It was especially hard for her because Will had been murdered by Sark at that time, too.
But all this was behind them now.
Michael hastily searches for his keys under the mat. All he gets is dust.
A sudden chill goes up his spine. 'What if Rina got here, but Sark got here before I did?' he panics, remembers Sark's threat.
He punches the door, angry at himself.
The door creaks, slowly opening. It was open all along, unlocked.
He rushed inside and opens the front lights. Now the room is dimly lighted, with shadows all around him.
A figure is on his couch, with its back facing him.
He sighs in relief, and calmly walks to the couch and sits sown beside the figure.
"For a spy, you sure don't know where to keep your keys hidden," the figure points. Marina face is now revealed by the dim light.
'She seems so small and helpless,' he think. Marina's cooped up that side, hugging her knees tightly.
"You almost gave me heart attack when your mom said you ran away, he points out, chuckling at his own exaggeration.
Marina just sits there, staring into space.
"I better call your mom," Vaughn says, standing up.
Marina quickly touches his arm, and looks up at him. "Daddy, please. don't. I. I just wanna stay here for a while, that's all," she explains. She gives him a beg-ish look.
"Honey, your mom has been worried sick for the past two hours," Vaughn argues gently.
"Please, daddy, just let me stay here for a while," she pleads with him silently.
Vaughn thinks for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Rina. I have to call your mom whether or not you like it. But. fine. I'll tell Sydney I'll be taking you home at 10. Is that fine for you?" he asks, comforting his daughter.
Marina gives a small smile. "Thanks," she whispers.
Vaughn stands up and makes his way to the phone. He's going to have to prepare for their conversation. He's sure she's going to want to rush to Rina, but somehow, that will make things worse. He knows Rina has a point.